Warm my heart

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Yunyan said softly, "Miss, please get off the carriage."

This time, An Lingrong was fully prepared and was no longer the girl who was late because of lack of money.

The curtain of the carriage was lifted by a pair of slender hands, and the maid helped her get out of the carriage slowly.

She was wearing a light blue Manchu dress embroidered with lifelike lotus flowers. The patterns outlined with gold thread shone in the sun, highlighting her graceful figure.

There was only a lotus hairpin inserted in her simple bun. Her face was as white as jade, her skin was delicate and smooth, with a slight red, as beautiful as a peach blossom.

Her eyes are crystal clear, her lips are like cherries, and when she smiles slightly, her white teeth are exposed, like a spring breeze blowing on her face. Her smile is warm, charming and heart-warming.

Over the years, An Lingrong and Yinzhen (Yongzheng) maintained a correspondence.

Now, she appeared in front of the beautiful ladies with her outstanding appearance, attracting attention.

When the other concubines saw An Lingrong's beauty, they did not dare to approach her to talk to her, because her beauty seemed to form an invisible barrier that isolated them.

Some even felt jealous of her beauty, while others backed away because they felt unworthy.

At the same time, Zhen Huan and Shen Meizhuang were talking together just as in the original novel.

Seeing that everyone was looking over here, they were all whispering and looking over here curiously.

Shen Meizhuang is the daughter of Shen Zishan, the assistant commander of Jeju. She received a good education since childhood and is well-educated, virtuous and kind.

She has always been proud of her beauty, saying that it is comparable to Zhen Huan, but when she saw An Lingrong standing there today, she couldn't help but feel that her beauty was eclipsed by An Lingrong, and she felt a little lost.

Zhen Huan noticed the disappointment in Shen Meizhuang's eyes, and a barely perceptible light flashed in her eyes.

Zhen Huan smiled indifferently, "Sister Mei, you look so beautiful today, but you're just using your looks to please others. In terms of real talent and knowledge, how can you compare to you and me?"

As he spoke, he took Shen Meizhuang's hand and patted it gently.

Shen Meizhuang lowered her head slightly, a faint blush on her cheeks. Zhen Huan's words undoubtedly touched her heart.

Her eyes moved, and she glanced at Zhen Huan shyly, and said softly, "You girl, you have no shame." The two of them played around like this.

The two of them were immersed in each other's laughter, as if the coldness and calculations in the harem had nothing to do with them.

However, An Lingrong, who was standing not far away, saw all of this. Her expression remained calm, and she seemed unaffected by their laughter.

An Lingrong couldn't help but sneer in her heart. Were Zhen Huan's words unintentional, or did she have ulterior motives?

She kept saying that she didn't want to enter the palace, but she also said that she wanted to marry the best man in the world.

Could this "best man in the world" be referring to Your Majesty?

This is really a good way to have both a positive and negative impact.

Just as she was thinking, a sudden rebuke broke her train of thought. "You're walking with your eyes closed!" Xia Dongchun's furious voice rang out, and An Lingrong came to her senses, seeing her raging at a frightened woman.

The woman lowered her head and twisted her hands together, as if she was under great pressure.

An Lingrong looked indifferent. Such petty disputes were common in the palace. She had no interest in such farces and did not want to waste time on them.

She secretly felt lucky that she had stayed out of the incident early on and had not been involved.

Those situations that once troubled her were now handled by others.

She glanced at it lightly and didn't look at it again.

Xia Dongchun looked at the timid woman in front of him and couldn't help feeling annoyed.

She was already in a bad mood, and now seeing this weak look, she became even more furious, and her voice became a little louder.

An Lingrong stood aside, taking it all in, her eyes remaining calm.

Such farces were not uncommon in the palace, but this time she deliberately stood on the edge of the accident early to avoid being implicated.

What surprised her a little was that even though she was absent from the dispute, someone else automatically took her place.

An Lingrong sneered in her heart. Things developed just as she expected. She didn't need to do anything, as others would naturally solve the problem.

She just glanced at it lightly and then looked away.

Such trivial matters had nothing to do with her and were unimportant, so she didn't want to waste time trying to understand them.

An Lingrong always understood that the struggles and turmoil in the palace were far less important than preserving herself.

The development of things was still within her expectations.

Ignoring Shen Meizhuang's dissuasion, Zhen Huan raised her chin slightly and walked straight forward.

Her few casual words left Xia Dongchun speechless and unable to refute.

Then, Zhen Huan generously took off her earrings and gently handed them to the frightened girl, as if it was just a piece of cake. She then pinned the flower in the girl's hair.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that she was trying to gain influence, but I'm afraid only Shen Meizhuang would believe her.

I don't know whether it is for my own future power growth or really for Shen Meizhuang.

In this life, I am no longer the daughter of a small official.

Now An Bihuai has been promoted to a second-rank local official, the Governor of Jiangsu.

This time, my position will definitely not be the same as in the previous life.

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The announcement echoed throughout the hall, a solemnity permeating the still air: "Announcement... An Lingrong, daughter of An Bihuai, the governor of Jiangsu Province, aged sixteen."

An Lingrong's heartbeat quickened slightly, but she remained calm, lowered her eyelashes slightly, and walked slowly forward.

Her every move seemed carefully crafted, with an innate elegance and grace.

As she knelt in the center of the hall, her voice was as charming and melodious as a nightingale, soft and sweet, yet revealing a subtle allure: "Your servant, An Lingrong, pays homage to His Majesty and the Empress Dowager. May His Majesty be blessed with good health and may the Empress Dowager be blessed with good fortune and happiness..."

Yongzheng was sitting upright on the dragon throne. When he heard the voice, he was slightly startled.

This voice belongs to the little girl from the past, and now it is so touching.

Having not seen her for a long time, he couldn't help but start reminiscing. The little girl in his memory was always gentle and lovely, and now she has grown into a graceful young lady.

From a few steps away, An Lingrong lowered her head slightly, and her face could not be seen clearly, but from her posture and temperament, it was clear that she must be an extraordinary woman.

Yongzheng's gaze lingered on her for a moment, the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised slightly, and a hint of interest emerged in his heart: "Raise your head and let me see."

An Lingrong still maintained her dignified demeanor. Upon hearing this, she responded softly and slowly raised her head.